i live in brooklyn on a tree-lined street. the borough is called park slope and apparently there is a slope to climb somewhere, but i have yet to find it. when the sun is setting, all the windows reflect each others light onto apartment building walls. the ground rumbles as trains pass underneath me and their brakes screech loudly in the darkness of those tunnels. i climb aboard. tossed through this new york labrynth, I find interesting people to look at. making up their stories in my head.

no words are said. so many people.

but i still feel warmth here. comfort. life. the flow is exciting. it keeps me moving. one day i'll walk to the park to bask in the sun. until then i'll drink the rain that greets me every morning.